Prozac Update

I think the Prozac is doing something good. Finally. I’ve noticed the edge has been shaved off of my negative emotions. It’s hard to explain. It’s as though any fear/anxiety I experience is padded with bubble wrap, so I still feel it, but not as much. Churchill called depression ‘his black dog’ (or something like that). So if I may steal his idea for a moment, I would say that my black dog has been given a leash, so that when it rears up and gets all aggressive, the leash pulls it back. The black dog is still there, it’s just been restrained. Perhaps it even has a muzzle. I’m not happy, I’m just not as raw and irrational, and I am not so locked in my own head. I’m more able to think about external things. In other words I’m not so self absorbed. I think antidepressants can make you feel a bit better, and help you to manage everyday life, but it’s very difficult to live without them. Impossible even.